I slept with Yo Gabba Gabba last night.
Kinky, no? No? How about exciting? Thrilling? Disturbing, perhaps? It was actually none of those. Maybe a little disturbing. But mostly, pokey.
Most nights, Buzz finds his way into bed with me. I have enough room, so I don’t really mind. It makes the king-size feel not quite so big, especially since he tends to take up most of it. Except he sometimes brings his toys along as well. Hard, plastic action figures that find themselves in unexpected places. Last night, it was two of the guys from Yo Gabba Gabba. Plex and Toodee, since we’re now on a first name basis. Who ended up poking me in areas No Gabba Gabba should ever be.
It’s the most action I’ve gotten in years.
In the name of honesty, though, it’s not just Yo Gabba Gabba. I’ve been to bed with all sorts of different guys. I don’t want to brag, but even some superheroes. Spiderman, the Incredible Hulk, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, GI Joe, a Hello Kitty Pez dispenser. There was once a Ben 10 villain that had two sets of spikes protruding from it’s back. They’re all fair game. And really uncomfortable when you roll onto them in the middle of the night.
That’s right, I get around.